never fade nor fall

Here I sit
on an old rotten log
although it's night time along
these wet dark forest trails.
As beautiful as anything ever was,
they are not hidden nor withered
nor do they run up and down the road.
No, it is their pleasure to stay and talk to
me silently with no words when I watch
clouds and birds.
The sky is silver now with foggy dew
but never desolate nor dejected,
just dripping wet, that's all.
Don't mistake those wet drops for tears.
Eternal earths never fade nor fail
nor let their flowers fall nor pale
Although one comes along and sees
that they have no eye for these.
Here I sit in calm for no reason nor rhyme.
Not that I learned yesterday to
know anything yet about who, why or how
But I do love these new Autumn days in Early Spring,
and in vain I try to tell them so
one more time before I go.................................